Part 18

Finally having the house to herself after the departure of her son Dan and the young girl Sharon, Catherine Dixon was at long last able to take a long hot soak in her bath, but more importantly a private bath and to reflect upon her feelings, not only of how she’d yet again been sexually used and abused by both her son and his strange new girlfriend, but of how Dan had taken another giant step toward sexually owning his own Mother.

For where he’d previously been satisfied sexually humiliating her while only using and coming in her mouth, now with the encouragement and probably connivance of Sharon, tied down as she was Catherine had been mortified to find herself being fucked by her son, that his large and erect young cock had invaded her pussy and fucked her with a skill and brutality Catherine hadn’t thought Dan capable of.

Worse still, not only had Dan actually come inside her when nonchalantly shooting his hot young juice deep inside her womb, but that when doing so, Catherine had achieved a series of incredible orgasms, the like of which she’d never before experienced and despite her protests, leaving both Dan and Sharon with no doubts as to her true feelings.

Nor was Catherine to find any respite or salvation earlier that morning, when she’d woken to find herself naked helpless while both Dan and Sharon lay naked either side of her, toying with her breasts and cunt before she was dispatched naked to the kitchen to prepare and deliver coffee for them all.

Then recalling Sharons words after that short rest bite that she do as she was told or find photos of both her and Dan being circulated, Catherine had then found herself kneeling naked on her bed and once again using her tongue on Sharons pussy while the young girl lay before her with outstretched legs while her fingers pulled apart her cunt lips.

Catherine recalled Dans hands gripping her hips and the feel of his huge young erect cock once again sliding between her unaccountably slick cunt lips and resigning herself to the inevitability of the immoral sexual fulfilment to come, Catherine had immersed herself in her task of pleasuring Sharons very wet cunt while the young girl gripped her head to ensure Catherine’s mouth remained exactly where it was.

Then becoming aware Dan had just withdrawn his cock from his mothers admittedly throbbing pussy, Catherine was stunned to realise that not only were his fingers now spreading her Ass cheeks, but that his erect cock was now probing and pushing against her anal ring. unable to protest or to move her head, Catherine had no option but to steel herself against the pain to come and the inevitability that her son intended taking her Ass and to complete his sexual subjugation of his mother in every way possible while there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

And so it was when moments later and even though previously having taken so many cocks in her Anus, Catherine couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes and tense her body as what appeared to be her sons ever growing cock was suddenly breaking through her sphincter and thrusting it’s way deep inside her bowels.

“Ahhh ... ahhhh hell, this is so fucking great” exclaimed Dan with his hands now gripping his mothers hips as he pushed in and out of her Ass...”aww ... jeez this is so good!” he added.

Even though unbeknown to his Mother, Dan was fucking his Aunt Vicky’s Ass on a regular basis, taking that of his beautiful Mother had until now been beyond his wildest dreams, but in the space of twenty four hours, he’d now taken both his Mothers cunt and anus,

“Are you in your bitch mummy’s Ass Danny boy? “ asked Sharon.

“Oh yeah, i’m in there ... and man it feels so good” replied Dan, in the process humiliating his Mother as never before. For even having to watch Dan fucking her the previous evening appeared as nothing to Catherine to now having her sons huge Cock lodged deep inside her Anus, filling her as never before, to all intents joined to her in his ownership of her as she wondered why, despite to often having to suck him off, she hadn’t truly realised just how large it had grown ... until now.

Relaxing in her hot bath, Catherine recalled Dan repeating “oh yeah mum ... Oh yeah mum” over and again as in yet another display of a sexual expertise he’d seemed to have achieved, from where she just didn’t know, but expertise Catherine had to admit it was, when from at first leisurely and almost gently pushing then pulling his cock to and from the depths of her bowels, Dan gradually increased the tempo and malice of his assault on his Mothers anus, until even with her mother clamped over Sharons cunt, Catherine was gasping and mentally begging her son to come inside her Ass.

Until that is, as he so often did with Victoria Preston, Dan then reached beneath her and began scratching and rubbing his Mothers clit with a fingernail, opening up a whole new avenue of pleasure for Catherine, who with her Anus having adjusted itself to accommodate her sons huge thrusting invader, began to feel the initial pain giving way to indescribable pleasure as Dan brought his Mother to yet more incredible electric orgasms before eventually having filled her bowels with his hot seed.

Soaping her generous breasts and toying with her nipple rings, Catherine’s guilt at the immorality of having been so fervently aroused by the sexual expertise of her son, was tempered by the reality she’d long since ceased to be an ordinary yet sex starved middle class housewife, that one fateful day had transformed her into becoming first a willing sex slave toward Sean Brady, little realising she’d be used as little more than an expensive bdsm whore before becoming a porn film actor making love to her daughter among many others while being seen as the property of the all powerful Peter Harris.

Not for the first time Catherine Dixon allowed her fingers to delve between her cunt lips as her thoughts returned to her son Dan, who had until now, perhaps through guilt or even concern had refrained going all the way and actually fucking her, his own Mother.

With the urging of the young Sharon, that particular point of no return had been well and truly breached by Dan and lying in her bath massaging her enlarged clit, Catherine marvelled at the incredible skill with which Dan had brought her to orgasm after shameful orgasm, while in her ear Sharon was telling her not to deny her own pleasure...

Using her fingers to bring herself toward another erection Catherine was only to aware her life would and could never be the same again.

Not that her life had been anything but extraordinary for the past couple of years anyway and in truth Catherine had long since lost count of the number of times she’d been sexually punished and brought to orgasm by her son.

Despite Catherine’s feelings of both guilt and pleasure at so often sharing a bed with her daughter Caroline and of the constant struggle between them to gain the approval and patronage of Peter Harris, her night of sexual excess with Dan and Sharon had most certainly begun a new chapter in the lives of both Mother and son, for Catherine only had to recall the look of sheer triumph on the face of her son to realise that to all intents Dan now considered he owned her every bit as much as Peter Harris and before him Sean Brady, but even as these thoughts swirled around her head Catherine was again unable to prevent her fingers from entering her cunt and bring her to yet another delicious orgasm as an image of Dan’s face while brutally fucking his Mother filled Catherines vision...

Around the same time Catherine was enjoying her bath, Joan was ‘welcoming’ the tall busty blonde bemused and nervous figure of Karen Taylor into the ‘Bookshop’, after being ushered into the seedy looking shop by Lisa and Trevor, who following Kevin’s instructions after meeting him outside, had then left Karen alone with Joan, the seemingly mousy woman used by Sean Brady as both cover for his upstairs enterprise and as his female enforcer of the Slaves and Models working for Sean.

Just as she had with Catherine Dixon, Victoria Preston and others before her, Joan took her standard inquisitive and offhand approach toward Karen Taylor when asking the already blushing and nervy Busty Blonde what it was she could do to help her. Just as those before had done, Karen looked around at the multitude of second hand books while wondering what on earth she could tell the mousy looking woman behind the counter before, just as she’d been told moments earlier by Kevin Smith eventually replying.

“I’m here to see a Sean Brady”

Behind the counter Joan was smiling inwardly at this precursor to an all too familiar routine of a beautiful yet so obviously naive mature woman, sexually trapped and blackmailed by Sean Brady taking the first of what usually proved to be fateful steps toward a life of beatings as a sexual plaything toward whoever had the financial means to secure her services.

So as ever enjoying every minute of Karen’s confused embarrassment, made all the worse by the knowledge that beneath her topcoat she wore only a set of her finest black lingerie, seam stockings and five inch heels, although wanting to do nothing more than turn and run from this dreadful place, after asking her why she was here, Joan eventually extracted from Karen the admission she was here to see Sean Brady, reciting the words Kevin Smith had told her she must and lowering her eyes from Joan’s amused glare, Karen told her. “Because I’ve been a naughty Girl!”

“Oh, at last, well i’m sure Mr. Brady is ready to see you Mrs. Taylor but naughty girls such as yourself are certainly aren’t allowed into the bosses office dressed like that” Joan eventually replied before going on to tell to the ever more stunned Karen Taylor to remove her topcoat.

In fact being only too aware of the sexy fuck me now black lingerie she’d earlier been instructed to wear by her own daughter and boyfriend Trevor, Karen’s instinct had again been turn and run from this seedy looking place and the strange mousy yet somehow dominant woman across the counter just as fast as her legs could carry her and certainly she got as far as turning back toward the door.

However that was before Karen then spotted the malevolent figure of Kevin Smith, who unbeknown to her had silently slipped inside the bookshop and now stood grinning evilly at the busty blonde, whose body he’d both beaten and sexually used only the previous afternoon.

The memory of that encounter certainly didn’t escape the now horrified Karen Taylor as images and memories of her being mercilessly spanked and then fucked by Kevin and Dan came flooding back to her before her supposed ‘rescue’ at the hands of her daughter Claire, memories though which were soon to be interrupted when from behind her Karen then heard Joan telling her.

“It really up to you Mrs. Taylor, either remove your coat in preparation for your meeting with Mr. Brady or i’m sure my young friend there will be only too pleased to do it for you ... and to er ... examine the contents beneath” said Joan while thinking she’d much rather be doing so herself, but orders were orders and if these were Sean’s instructions she wasn’t about to argue with them, besides there was no doubting she’d very soon be getting the opportunity the sample the delights Karen Taylor had to offer When Sean let her loose with the busty Blonde in the playroom later on.

All of which was right then beyond the scope of the thoughts of Karen Taylor, who seeing the mousy looking middle aged woman as perhaps being the lesser of the two evils confronting her and aware she had no immediate prospect of escaping this dreadful situation, then slowly began unbuckling the belt of her expensive Burberry topcoat.

Bewildered by thoughts of how on earth she’d allowed herself to become trapped into such a terrible situation and with no Anne Day around to save her and whom she’d not be able to contact, Karen then gradually working her way down the large buttons of her Burberry.

Then with an exaggerated sigh and a shrug, only too aware the eyes of the awful Kevin Smith behind her would be glued to he back, Karen slowly allowed the Large coat to slip down her body and to form a pool around her ankles, leaving her stood in the centre of the musty down at the heel bookshop, wearing no more than her finest black satin lingerie, a quarter cup bra pushing up and displaying her magnificent breasts and nipples, a marching garter belt attached to the thinnest of black seam nylons, encased in five inch red heels and of course the smallest of g strings with its tiny front V shaped panel while snug between her buttocks a thin strip of elastic held the small garment together.

It was between those curvy buttocks the greedy lustful eyes of Kevin Smith now burned and the accompanying wolf whistle was soon forthcoming, but it was delighted expression of Joan behind the counter and her eyes wandering all over her body concerning Karen, as a period of complete silence then descended upon the bookshop, as upstairs in his office, sitting comfortably behind his large desk Sean Brady’s eyes were glued to the large TV monitors displaying the scene in the bookshop via strategically placed video cameras.

“Oh yeah, this one is just perfect, jeez am I going to have fun training her” said Sean to no one in particular while comparing the large glossy photos on his desk with the onscreen images and quickly reaching the conclusion even those glossy photos didn’t do Karen Taylor real justice.

Allowing his hand to wander beneath his his desk Sean began stroking the rich long dark hair of a slim thirty year old naked woman kneeling between the pedestals of the desk in the process of giving Sean as good a blow job as she possibly could.

For here was another woman who flashing stocking tops as she sat drinking with friends, had caught Sean’s eye in a nearby bar and whom he’d sweet talked into retuning to the the bookshop that very same evening, where after another drink in his office Sean then intruded her to his ‘playroom’.

Only too aware things could go either way, Sean had been delighted to discover that after at first being taken aback, Carol had found herself mesmerised by Sean and her introduction to the bdsm scene, so much so that with a husband at work and child at school, she’d soon become a very willing regular daytime visitor, falling under the spell of Sean Brady without being aware until too late of her gradual descent, planned by Sean, into a world of bdsm modelling and and providing bdsm Sex for Sean’s contented client’s.

Today though was to be different and Carol found herself delighted to again be serving the man who despite her child and husband, she now saw as being her Master and owner.

“Good Baby, just keep on doing what you do best for Master and he’ll give his best bitch a special treat”

Sean told his latest plaything, delighted at how far down the road of depravity he’d taken this naive surburban housewife and mother in a matter of only weeks, far enough to ensure she worshipped the ground he walked on and prepared to stoop to any level, to be tied and fucked by other men just to please him, and all because of her night out with the girls when she flashed those stockings she wore ‘just to be a little naughty’.

Even as he stroked her head Sean found it hard to surpess a chuckles at memories of how when being strung up on the St. andrews bondage cross for the first time, the naked Carol had exclaimed “oh my Lord” over and over when he’d then stroked and fingered her naked cunt before clipping the clover clamps over Carols large nipples.

So while continuing to stroke Carols luxuious hair as she dutifully worked on his growing cock, Sean also turned his attention back to the wall monitors and toward Joan as she carried out the next part of the scenario set earlier by Sean, one which now saw Karen Taylor looking more and more and more bemused when from beneath the bookshop counter, she was horrified to sea Joan displaying to her a leather collar and chain leash along with four padded leather cuffs.

“Now then Mrs. Taylor, let me prepare you for your interview with Master Sean” began Joan before adding “unless of course you’d rather Kevin do so for you”

Karen needed no reminding of the threat posed by the malevolent presence of Kevin Smith and even as Joan spoke his greasy palms were holding her upper arms and even as Karen was yet again asking herself how on earth she had managed to allow herself to become embroiled in such a dreadful situation, she was looking at Joan with almost pleading eyes and shaking her head.

“No ... no ... please ... not that” Karen found herself almost pleading, repulsed at the thought of the repugnant Keven Smith even laying another finger on her...

Ten minutes later, having jettisoned his load into the mouth of the eager and willing Carol, who happy to have satisfied her Master, was then just as eager to please him by following Sean’s instruction that she now climb and kneel upon his desk, with her hands upon her head and wearing no more than black stockings and a pink and black Satin garter belt, while her Master was seemingly absorbed in paperwork, although his eyes were in fact continuing to watch the scenario playing out on the monitors displaying event in the bookshop.

It was there a somewhat despondent Kevin Smith had been left with no option but to enviously look on and to watch Joan, under the watchful eyes of Sean in his office, going about her expert business of ‘dressing’ a reluctant yet despondently obedient Karen Taylor, dressed only in her black fuck me now Lingerie.

First with a chrome studded leather collar and chain leash, one set of padded leather cuffs to her wrists, which she then clipped together behind Carols back, before taking the time to toy with, squeeze and tickle her large nipples to hard erection and to then secure the clover clamps over the pained and anguished Carols large nipples.

Under the amused gaze of Sean Brady, Joan then followed up by inserting a couple of fingers between the horrified Carol’s cunt lips, who was embarrassed to realise her cunt was actually now wet and throbbing to the attentions of the delighted Joan, who had earlier brushed aside Carol’s prorestations that there was no way she would be allowing Joan or anyone else to treat her this way.

“Then what are you doing her Mrs. Taylor? after all it was you who agreed to be intervened by Mr. Brady today and you can leave any time you wish dressed as you now are, although your daughter and her boyfriend won’t be waiting outside to take you home”!

Joan had chided Karen Taylor, without even mentioning the array of bdsm photos now upstairs in Sean’s office, along with the all too damming set of secret accounts, proving the illegal activities of Karen Taylor and her paramour Annie Day who Joan knew, despite having her own part to play, would eventually find herself in the very same position her lover Karen now found herself.

A position Karen realised, was at that very moment as hopeless as it could be, for until if and when she managed to retrieve the documents and photos she’d so carelessly assumed were safety hidden from any prying eyes, she had no real alternative but to go along with this outrageous treatment at the hands of these monsters and discover exactly where it would lead.

That end result, thought Karen Taylor, would undoubtedly consist of some form of blackmail, which would in probability not only be financial but also sexually motivated, given the treatment she’d received the previous afternoon at the hands of the brutal young thug now stood watching her and his even young accomplice.

Nor had that brutal treatment ended there, for when having fully expected the arrival of her daughter Claire and her her boyfriend Trevor to result in her release and rescue from the bondage she’d been left in, Carol had been astonished when Claire and Trevor had done no such thing and had even found herself being used as a sexual plaything by her own daughter after the strange phone call that had sealed her fate, when Claire had then used her fingers to bring her own Mother to a glorious yet oh so humiliating orgasm.

Nor had that humiliating treatment from her daughter ended there, thought Karen as she recalled how she’d remained tethered to her bed all night, aside from a couple of occasions she’d been led to her bathroom and watched over by Claire, both in the shower and on the toilet, where with the knowledge Trevor was outside and ready to intervene on any sign of rebellion from her, Karen had humiliatingly yet obediently carried out her bodily functions under the stern eyes of her daughter, before she’d again been tethered naked to her bed.

There on her bed to spend the night awaiting the morning in trepidation, in the knowledge she was to be dressed and taken to this terrible place in which she now found herself, under control of the dreadful mousy looking but so very dominant middle aged women.

Only she hadn’t spend that entire night trussed up to her bed on her own with her thoughts, recalled Karen Taylor.

Yes at some stage she’d dropped off to sleep, her tiredness had ensured that would happen sooner or later, but for how long Karen didn’t know, she knew only at some time during the night she been woken by two fingers slipping between her cunt lips and that in the dim light, Karen became aware it wasn’t this time the fingers of her daughter but those of her naked boyfriend Trevor, arrousing Karen not only from her sleep, but also sexually arrousing her and tethered as she was there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it.

“Hey, you sure are good and wet down there Mrs. Taylor, so don’t try telling me you don’t want this, not when i’ve seen you drooling over my cock whenever you can” Trevor had told the unceasingly humiliated and embarrassed Karen Taylor, who knew full well how she’d so often wondered how it would feel to have Trevors cock in her cunt and mouth, the large young cock she’d first seen when Trevor had emegered from the shower and accidentally or otherwise allowed his towel to slip from his waist in full view of his girlfriends Mother.

And with those fingers creating havoc with her senses as she studied that now hard erect cock before her, Karen was in no position to argue the point, especially when every word was true and she could only only listen in resigned acceptance when Trevor added.

“So lets begin with you showing me just how good you are with your mouth while Claire catches up with her beauty sleep next door”

In fact as the instigator of this scenario and having toldTrevor she wanted to see her boyfriend fucking her Mother, Claire was doing no such thing and was in fact now standing naked just out of her Mothers vision with her arms folded, by the bedroom door and looking forward to her own fantasy being fulfilled, that of watching her boyfriend fucking her bitch mother before

‘Walking in on the them’ just as Trevors cock was her making her Mother crying out in pleasure at a glorious orgasm.

Which had been exactly happened, when after releasing only her legs, Trevor was then standing beside her Mother, enjoying Karens mouth working on his cock for a good fifteen minutes before Claire then watched her naked boyfriend then climb upon her Mother’s bed.

Having previously seen so much of her through his hidden Cameras, Trevor was in fact an awful lot keener to fuck her Mother than Claire had first realised.

For since first setting his eyes on Karen Taylor, Trevor had marked her down as the milf he most wanted to fuck, never mind she was Claire’s Mother, given the opportunity he’d fuck both mother and daughter together as the threesome to die for

Now after having met Kevin, Trevor had soon realised he now had the opportunity. Tonight he’d enjoy fucking the Mother, but with the help of Kevin Smith and his boss he hoped he’d also very soon be enjoying a mother and daughter threesome, just as often as he wished

Having been repeatedly brought to the very edge of orgasm by his fingers as she in truth enjoyed sucking Trevors cock, tied to her bed or not, Karen Taylor was only to ready and by then very willing to be fucked by Trevor, daughters boyfriend or not.

So as Trevor climbed onto the bed kneeling between her legs and sliding his hands beneath her ass cheeks, Karen was only ready to help him raise her body and clutching her Ass cheeks, drag her toward him until her cunt was touching the plum like head of Trevors cock, wet and slick with her own saliva and his pre cum.

So long had it been since a mans cock had entered her and Unaware of her daughter watching her every move from the doorway, Karen couldn’t help but emit a loud gasp of surprise and pleasure as with his hands gripping her Ass, Trevor gradually eased her cunt over his full eight inches of solid manhood, before easing each of her legs over his shoulders, burying his cock to the hilt inside the gasping Karen Taylor and then bending her body almost double until his face was inches from her own, Trevor demanded his girlfriends Mother kiss him and tell her ‘Master’ how much she loved him fucking her.

Such became Karen’s undeniable pleasure at having this monster cock inside her, all thoughts of her awful predicament and even her beloved Annie were momentarily forgotten, when bent over almost double with her legs straddling her head, a gasping Karen Taylor was soon thrusting her tongue into Trevors mouth, searching out his tongue in a passionate a kiss as she’d ever given anyone, before breaking off to gasp out the words. “oh god ... fuck me Trevor ... Master Trevor ... of god I love you fucking me Master Trevor” ... before once again thrusting her tongue back into Trevors mouth and search out his tongue.

Only when hearing Trevor telling her to place her arms around his head did Karen become aware that at sometime during their passionate kiss, he’d somehow released her wrists, but when doing so, with one hand beneath her buttocks and the other around her back, with her cunt still impaled on his cock Karen then found herself lifted from the bed and turned, until it was now Trevor laying prone on the bed with his hands upon Karen’s hips as she faced and now looked down upon her daughters boyfriend, with her knees astride his chest and his cock still buried to the hilt inside her.

It was in this position that Karen was facing the head of her own bed, unaware her daughter Claire had now moved from the door to stand at the end of her Mother’s bed, as still impelled on Trevors huge cock and with eyes closed to the extreme pleasure, Karen Taylor found herself being eased in a tangle of arms and legs by his strong hands until she was actually now facing away from Trevor, with her knees either side of his legs and her own heels either side of Trevors hips, while to steady herself, Karen’s hands then rested either side of Trevors stomach.

It was in this position Karen had never before felt so impaled, it appeared as if the hot throbbing head of Trevors cock was pushing the walls of her womb in a pleasure the like of which Karen had never before experienced, even more so when Trevor then began easing up and down inside her and Karen again began crying out her pleasure while approaching a wonderful orgasm ... until.

“you really are a dirty little slut aren’t you mum”

Suddenly Karens eyes flew open, for there, only a foot or so away, stood her naked daughter with folded arms and a very stern expression of her face.

“Oh my God!” Was all Karen managed to utter before with Trevors hands gripping her own, she realised she could do nothing other than listen to her daughter telling her.

“So my whore of a mom is now even fucking her daughters boyfriend” then moving forward a step, Claire reached for and squeezed her mother’s nipples and telling her.

“Well now you’re fucking him you’re going to enjoy it Mum and your going to tell us just how much you’re enjoying Trevor fucking you ... and tell us when he’s coming inside you ... who knows, he may even make a little brother or sister for me ... and it’ll be great fun watching the kid suckling on these” concluded Claire when tightly squeezing her pained and mortified mother’s nipples before slapping her Mother’s face and adding.

“Go on ... fuck him you bitch ... fuck my boyfriend ... I know you’ve always wanted to so fuck Trevor and tell us you’re loving it before I slap you again”!

Realising her daughters previous violence toward her had been no one off and not wanting any more slaps or cruel twisting of her nipples, Karen found herself obeying her daughter and moving up and down to meet the trusts of Trevor inside her, while only too aware that despite her terrible situation, her moans of pleasure were only too real, even when Claire demanded she look at her, even if her natural reaction was to close her eyes when in such pleasure.

Surely whatever this mysterious Sean Brady had in store for her, or even her treatment at the hands of Kevin Smith and his young companion, would never match the depravity and humiliation she’d been subjected to last night at the hands of her daughter and boyfriend.

The utter indignity of having to display and voice her undoubted pleasure to them and to even exclaim that Trevor was shooting his hot semen deep inside her was bad enough, but then being told he could ‘make a baby brother or sister for Claire’ was beyond humiliation, as was earlier this morning being denied access to those morning after pills she kept ‘just in case’.